We have come to live in such a society, among such people that you don’t expect people to really care these days. And when someone shows or even tries to show that he or she cares, it is so surprising that we need a moment to sit back and think about what just happened.
I have come to believe and assume that people in general really are selfish and mean, and also so very self obsessed, but once in a while I do come across so polite and selfless people that I have to sit back and think what and how it just happened? It takes me back, with so much surprise that all my mind asks is, “How was this person so nice? And more importantly, Why?”
It doesn’t matter if the person is helpful of not, all it matters is the intention of that person. Most people have just forgot to be simply nice.
Sometimes people love to make comments without considering
Whether that comment is asked for or not,
Whether that comment is required or not,
Whether he or she is in any position to make such comments about others or not.
For these kinds of people I really have no comments!!
This past week kept forcing on me only one thing repetitively, starting from Monday morning till now, the minute that I am writing it, there was only one thing that came to me over and over. It has been rubbed on my face, time and again that people aren’t jealous of you when they fail, but jealousy comes in with your success. Their failure does not seem to be the foundation of such paltry feelings, but someone else’s accomplishment is.
And honestly there is no solution to jealousy! When jealous feelings makes home inside of you, no rationale helps. There is only one question that bothers, “Why not me?”
And if by some chance there is someone who isn’t jealous of your endeavours, you are simply fortunate to have that wonderful individual in your life.
I have learned one thing over time, I might be wrong, or it may depend on individuality but it has often been true for me.
People tend to not like sad stories, by stories I don’t mean plot or novels, I just mean situations. They tend to almost hate it when we talk about sad and depressing situations going on in our lives, but in return they still expect to get an ear or two when they themselves are in such gloomy circumstances.
How justifiable is this?
Do you hate people? I don’t hate them…
I just feel better when they’re not around.
– Charles Bukowski
We might have so much, almost everything,
And yet we pine for the only thing that we cannot have!
Is it just me or the human nature after all?